A few months ago, my boyfriend (of about 2 years) broke up with me. It was hard... but guess what: the next day (that is: waaay sooner than even I expected to) we had a loooong chat and I told him that I consider him my best friend and always will, and then we wished each other every happiness. I couldn't help but remark :"" Wow... we're being so grown-up about it..."

... you go shopping for a BYOB party and you pass the colourful liquor shelf without stopping and go straight for the dry red Spanish wine with gold netting that you know won't give you a headache or heart-burn.

... you're planning how to spend your 30th birthday.

... you go on a 30 minute rant with another friend who's just gone back to school about the rude, clueless young whippersnappers who go to school with you, wherein the phrase "in our day" is mentioned several times.

... you go shopping for a BYOB party and you pass the colourful liquor shelf without stopping and go straight for the dry red Spanish wine with gold netting that you know won't give you a headache or heart-burn.

... you're planning how to spend your 30th birthday.

... you go on a 30 minute rant with another friend who's just gone back to school about the rude, clueless young whippersnappers who go to school with you, wherein the phrase "in our day" is mentioned several times.

Seriously, if I had a lawn, I'd shout at you to stay off it!

I hope you don't mean you would yell at me to stay off your lawn(I'm not one of those dang whippersnappers).

When it's your name on the eneveolpe with the plastic window.When you realize that what you want to eat in groceries and the money in your wallet don't match.When you find your eye twitching at kids who walk over their parents. (in MY day it was the parents in charge, no the 7 year old. and yes, I do know I'm only a month from 20 )